Clara was wearing a comparatively simpler dress. As an old flapper she often went back to the styles and fashions of her era. Like Evelyn her dress was black, but looser to give her a boyish look, and had a white belt and bow tied at the back to make it pop.
Other than a cupid’s bow done in carmine red, Clara had no other makeup on. I didn’t have the time…
“One second,” Clara said.She walked into the kitchen and fetched a trolley. In addition to two bowls filled with fresh bread she bought from a boulangerie this morning, there were six dishes all prepared and ready to serve.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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